Speeches (Lines) for Diomedes
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Nestor. [Aside to DIOMEDES] O, this is well; he rubs the
Diomedes. [Aside to NESTOR] And how his silence drinks up
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Nestor. Our noble general, do not do so. Diomedes. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. |
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Ulysses. If he were proud,— Diomedes. Or covetous of praise,— |
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Ulysses. Ay, or surly borne,— Diomedes. Or strange, or self-affected! |
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Nestor. Ay, my good son. Diomedes. Be ruled by him, Lord Ajax. |
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Agamemnon. Let Diomedes bear him,
Diomedes. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden
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Aeneas. Is the prince there in person?
Diomedes. That's my mind too. Good morrow, Lord AEneas. |
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Aeneas. Health to you, valiant sir,
Diomedes. The one and other Diomed embraces.
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Aeneas. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
Diomedes. We sympathize: Jove, let AEneas live,
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Aeneas. We know each other well. Diomedes. We do; and long to know each other worse. |
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Paris. And tell me, noble Diomed, faith, tell me true,
Diomedes. Both alike:
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Paris. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. Diomedes. She's bitter to her country: hear me, Paris:
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Troilus. Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault:
Diomedes. Fair Lady Cressid,
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Troilus. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
Diomedes. O, be not moved, Prince Troilus:
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Agamemnon. Is this the Lady Cressid? Diomedes. Even she. |
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Ulysses. Never's my day, and then a kiss of you. Diomedes. Lady, a word: I'll bring you to your father. |
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Agamemnon. His blows are well disposed: there, Ajax! Diomedes. You must no more. |
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Ajax. I am not warm yet; let us fight again. Diomedes. As Hector pleases. |
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Ajax. If I might in entreaties find success—
Diomedes. 'Tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles
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Achilles. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
Diomedes. I cannot, lord; I have important business,
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(stage directions). [Enter DIOMEDES] Diomedes. What, are you up here, ho? speak. |
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Calchas. [Within] Who calls? Diomedes. Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter? |
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Troilus. Cressid comes forth to him. Diomedes. How now, my charge! |
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Thersites. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff;
Diomedes. Will you remember? |
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Cressida. Remember! yes. Diomedes. Nay, but do, then;
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Thersites. Roguery! Diomedes. Nay, then,— |
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Cressida. I'll tell you what,— Diomedes. Foh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn. |
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Thersites. A juggling trick,—to be secretly open. Diomedes. What did you swear you would bestow on me? |
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Cressida. I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
Diomedes. Good night. |
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Cressida. Diomed,— Diomedes. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. |
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Troilus. I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell's torments
Diomedes. And so, good night. |
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Cressida. Guardian!—why, Greek! Diomedes. Foh, foh! adieu; you palter. |
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Thersites. How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and
Diomedes. But will you, then? |
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Cressida. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Diomedes. Give me some token for the surety of it. |
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Cressida. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.
Diomedes. Whose was't? |
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Thersites. Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone! Diomedes. I shall have it. |
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Cressida. What, this? Diomedes. Ay, that. |
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Cressida. O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!
Diomedes. I had your heart before, this follows it. |
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Cressida. You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;
Diomedes. I will have this: whose was it? |
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Cressida. It is no matter. Diomedes. Come, tell me whose it was. |
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Cressida. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.
Diomedes. Whose was it? |
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Cressida. By all Diana's waiting-women yond,
Diomedes. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,
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Cressida. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;
Diomedes. Why, then, farewell;
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Cressida. You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
Diomedes. I do not like this fooling. |
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Thersites. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you pleases me best. Diomedes. What, shall I come? the hour? |
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Cressida. Ay, come:—O Jove!—do come:—I shall be plagued. Diomedes. Farewell till then. |
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Troilus. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
Diomedes. Thou dost miscall retire:
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(stage directions). [Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant] Diomedes. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
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(stage directions). [Exit] Diomedes. Ay, there, there. |
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(stage directions). [Enter DIOMEDES] Diomedes. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? |
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Ajax. What wouldst thou? Diomedes. I would correct him. |
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Troilus. O traitor Diomed! turn thy false face, thou traitor,
Diomedes. Ha, art thou there? |
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Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Diomedes. He is my prize; I will not look upon. |
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Nestor. Peace, drums!
Diomedes. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles. |
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